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Juice Wrld - Priceless Freestyle Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh-uh
Uh-a-uh, uh
Na na na-na-na na na na
Na na na-na-na na na na
Yeah, brand new cars, brand new drugs
Brand new outlet, a brand new plug
Same old nigga, just a brand new us
I've been gettin' high as a bitch, so what?
50 for a hundred, uh, if I show up
100 for appearance I don't gotta show up
I remember I was broke then I blew up
Now I feel like Makonnen in the club, go up, ayy, uh
Perky with the cup
Yoppa kinda uh-uh and I feel it in my gut, ayy
Try me if you wanna, yeah, they be in the cut
Choppa kinda hungry, yeah, make it eat you up, ayy
Xans, Robitussin, uh, couldn't get enough, ayy
Mix it with the Tuss' then I sip it up, ayy
Now I'm high as fuck, oh
Glue stick stuck, uh
Pull up with the choppa, click-clack, buck-buck, ayy
This my masterplan, ain't no master man
Pull up on 'em, avalanche
All this icе up on my wrist, I swear it's like an avalanche
Feel likе 50 Cent like I said 'cause many men
They be hating, niggas basic
You a mutt, you don't got no home training
Pull up on the scene, lil' bro totin' stainless
He look like James Bond 007 the way he aimed it
Leave a nigga brainless, leave his face up on the pavement
Presidential head, a Presidential Rollie, Sara Palin
She was in my bed, givin' head
And I Spread her legs, do her in
I'm gon' get this cash uh, invest in a bag, uh
You can't have, uh-uh-uh-uh
I know that they want what I have, uh
Pull up on they ave', uh
Choppa like a mask, the way it pull up and it blast, uh
I don't need no mask
I can't, uh, uh, uh
Time travel, yeah, I'm from the future and the past
Ballin' hard like Steve Nash
Bitch I get cash
That's a big gauge, grrah, grrah, grrah, get back
[Interlude]
Uh-uh-uh-uh uh uh uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh uh eh uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh uh eh uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh uh uh
Turn this beat off
Somebody got a -

[Verse 2]
Rare
Uh-uh-uh, rare
Bitch I'm too rare
I'ma no
Bitch I'm too rare
Don't bring your friends 'cause, bitch, I don't care
I said, bitch I'm too rare
Don't bring your friends 'cause, bitch, I don't care
Pull up in a Benz and they stop and they stare
I'm gon' get this cash, try to take it, don't dare
I be with them guys that would kill for me
I be with them guys that would drill for me
We don't got no time for no feelings, ayy
I'm too busy countin' up my winnings, ayy, ayy
Louis V backpack, match the Louis jacket
Lost my father, I'm a rich bastard
Nigga, why bother?
I'ma get the cash
And these niggas playin', catch up, far too ahead, yeah
You can get it, uh got it twistin' like some dreads, uh
I was in the kitchen whippin', rollin' off them meds, uh
All these niggas snitches, bitches tellin' to the feds, uh
I ain't really talkin' 'bout no Rainbow head, uh
I'm been in a sum' in a sayin' over here, huh
All these niggas snitching, bitches telling to the feds, uh
All these niggas snitching, bitches telling to the feds, uh
Nah, nah, I ain't talkin' 'bout that rainbow head, uh
Flying colors
Brand new Ferrari, that shit pass with flying colors
I'll shoot up the party, I'm diminished, I'm a butler
Lil' bitch, I'm from Chicago, throwing bullets, Jay Cutler
'Member I was servin' work like a butler
Now I got these VVS's on me, Ice road trucker
I'm a money makin' motherfucker
That mean I make money just to put dick up in your mother
I've been ballin' like Iman Shumpert
Kobe Bryant really shootin' threes just for comfort
In the night, time I turn into a monster
Killin' all these beats, bitch, I feel like a Jeffrey Dahmer
Give me long neck, shorty like a ostrich
Fly without trying so my closet like a cockpit
They try to judge, a nigga, you ain't Johnny Cocren
I promise see the problems if you run up, get it often
I got powers like my first name Austin
Runnin' while I'm dropping bombs, marathon in Boston
Try me, I'ma pull up to your new apartment
And kick all of the bitches out then kill you, call me Martin
Dead homies in the blunt, spark it
I'm in the bus gettin' it bussin' had to Rosa Park it, ayy
Try me if you want, bitch, I'm a martian
That mean I got a laser with a motherfuckin' target, ayy
I'ma take you out like the garbage
Then take yo' bitch out on a date at the gardens, ayy
Try me if you want, I'm goin' hard
And that mean I'm like a rocket, I take off like a rocket
Don't get outta—
It's pulled up?
Uh-uh, rob it
I got all that shit on voice memo, too like a motherfucker
[Verse 3]
I've been catchin' vibes all night
Go to Japan, it's a long flight
That nigga try to run in my house
Why me? Boy you took the wrong right
I've been ballin' hard all night
Go to Japan, nigga, that's a long flight
Go to Japan just to get some Off-White
Shot at yo' mans 'cause he wasn't comin' right
Me and CHASETHEMONEY finna chase the money
Even on them rainy days, and when the days are sunny
All these niggas broke as a joke, they be really bummy
VVS on our wrists, we used to be scummy, ayy
Now a nigga too rich like a couple, lighters on bitch, I'm too lit
Too legit, to quit, nigga, yeah, I'm too real
Speakin' of two yesterday, I took 2 pills, ayy
Fuck yo' percs, I'm poppin' on a roxy
Pull up on the scene and it's just me
On a supermoto, totin' my heat, ayy
Pop a wheelie while I pop a opp nigga
Like a beat or some', bitch, I'm bound to drop niggas, ayy
I've been sippin' lean, I Speaker Knock' niggas, ayy
R.I.P. yeah, that's to Speaker Knockers nigga, ayy
Remember recordin' out Fort Knox nigga, ayy
Hanes all over my socks nigga, ayy
Then I got rich and my knots bigger
[Interlude]
On god, I remember trappin’ out Fort Knox nigga

[Verse 4]
Jake whatcha on bitch we to lit
I remember cordin’ all my new shit
I been on the wave with my new shit, my bad
I been on the wave with my new shit, I’m talkin’ cruise ship
Niggas on they fake shit, like an illusion
I told you that I do this, you lookin’ stupid
I pull up on the scene with my choppa it’s a uzi
Money Longer, feel like I am Uzi
Make a movie with yo' bitch call me Clooney, uh
Wit’ these tunes bitch I’m looney, ayy
Told her show me that ass moon me, haha
She ride me like a ten speed I know her boyfriend hatin’ on me, nigga filled with envy, ayy, ayy
You ain’t real take a lot to convince me, I pull up on the scene and get to runnin' shit like track meets, ayy
Flex up on my ex I’m such an athlete
Add the millions up I’m feelin’ like a math geek
It’s gon' take mo' than a hunnid to surpass me
I threw a hunnid’ on a random bitch ass cheek, huh, huh
Too real, too real, too real
Too real, too real, too real , yeah
Smokin’ on this chronic got my eyes red
Kinda like the blood that he shed
I’ma put a hole in his head
Now his mom callin’ the feds
First forty eight don’t go there
When I go to Florida I got Zoe’s there
When I go back to Chicago I got Moe’s there, Bd’s and 4’s there
Pull up with that choppa, huh, shoot him like whoa there, uh, haha
I said, When I go back to Chicago I got Woe’s there, Gd’s
Bd’s and 4’s there, haha